Seeing the fresh mushrooms in the basket, Song Xi smiled brightly and said, "What a coincidence. I happened to meet an aunt selling chickens in the commune today. I bought a chicken from her and I can give it to everyone in the evening.
Let's stew a mushroom and chicken soup. When the time comes, the soup will be a little more cooked, so everyone can drink one more bowl."
"I'll be in charge of dinner." Zhou Yi nodded, looking at his young wife's smiling face, he felt extremely happy.
Since fresh mushrooms are difficult to clean, Song Xi asked Zhou Yi to go to the well to clean them first, so as not to have time to clean them in the afternoon.
And she turned around and went back to the kitchen, reached out and took a cleaned old hen directly from the fresh food section of the supermarket.
The offal and other things are all wrapped in the belly of the old hen. You only need to take them out and clean them briefly, and then you can make soup directly.
The old hen that was just taken out was a bit cold, so I showed it to Zhou Yi for sure.
So she put the old hen on the pot lid, and after being smoked by the heat in the pot for a few minutes, the old hen turned into a room-temperature chicken.
At this time, Song Xi took out the old hen and handed it to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi saw the egg blossoms of the old hen and sighed, "What a pity."
This old hen stew is supposed to replenish the health of the little daughter-in-law. What's the use of giving it to the big men?
Song Xi doesn't say that she understands Zhou Yi 100%, but she definitely understands Zhou Yi.
As soon as Zhou Yi said these words, she couldn't help but laugh. She leaned over slightly and reached out to pinch Zhou Yi's shoulder, "Master, how can you be so stingy? Everyone has helped you with your work, why don't you drink it?"
What happened to the old hen soup? If you help others in the future, and they only let you drink wild vegetable soup, will you feel comfortable?"
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at Song Xi in the sun, staring blankly at the girl with a bright smile on her face.
She had a quirky smile and a bright and charming little face.
Two braids hung down on her chest, and her face seemed to have a soft golden light.
Even if he wears the simplest clothes, he can't hide his unique temperament.
Zhou Yi looked a little obsessed for a moment, as if he was looking at a fairy.
When Song Xi saw Zhou Yi's gaze, her expression was a little unnatural, and she laughed dryly, "I'm going to see the fire."
Finally, he turned around and went to the kitchen house.
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard Song Xi's words, then he came back to his senses and smiled helplessly.
I am obsessed with my little daughter-in-law every day.
Since there were more people coming to eat in the evening, and mushrooms are very watery, even a large basket of mushrooms would not be cooked much, so he did not save them today, but washed all the mushrooms in the basket.
After lunch, Zhou Yi began to prepare for the installation of glass windows. He first stirred the mud, then used the glass windows to draw on the wall, and smashed out a space as big as the glass windows on the mud brick wall. Then he installed the glass windows and used
Seal with mud.
In this era, there was cement, but the production capacity was not high.
If you want to buy cement, you must have a stamp of approval, otherwise you won't be able to buy it even if you have money.
People in rural and mountain villages can't buy cement if they don't have connections, so everyone uses mud.
As long as the mud brick house is well built and of good quality, it is not a problem to live in it for decades.
Besides, they don’t need to live there for decades!
In a few years, everyone's conditions will be almost the same, and then we can return to our houses with blue bricks and large tiles.
By that time, if everyone changes and builds together, it won’t be very eye-catching.
After the glass window was installed, Song Xi pulled a wire on it and threaded the blue cloth prepared in advance on the wire to use it as a curtain.
During the day, you can push all the cloth aside to allow sunlight to enter the room, and at night, you can open the cloth to form a curtain.
"Well, isn't that what the supply and marketing cooperative does when it comes to billing and paying? A clip is pushed from one side to the other, and it goes by just swiping it. That's where I learned it." Song was afraid that Zhou Yi would ask something.
Xi hurriedly explained, "Brother Yi, what do you think of my curtains?"
The clothing section of her supermarket does have curtains that can be installed without punching holes, but they are too beautiful and too high-end to be used. It would be better to manually make curtains that fit the era.
Although the curtains she made are rough and simple, the color is very nice.
The blue curtains are like a dreamy starry sky.
If you use white thread to embroider a few stars or flowers on it, it will not only be beautiful but also very romantic.
It's just that she didn't add those complicated processes, it's just as simple as it is.
"Well done, wife, you are great." Zhou Yi hugged Song Xi from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
His nose could just smell the fragrance of her hair, which made him intoxicated.
"That's right." Song Xi said in disbelief. She had always felt that she was great.
If it wasn't great, how could her career in modern times be so prosperous?
If she wasn't great, how could a single woman under thirty years old have so many assets?
Her only regret is that she does not have a perfect family.
To her biological parents, she is just a superfluous existence. She is such a great, outstanding, and profitable daughter, but they can't even see her existence. I guess all they can see is her money, right?
No matter in modern times or now, it seems that there is no family member who loves her.
"What's wrong?" Seeing the disappointed look on Song Xi's face, Zhou Yi asked worriedly.
Could it be that she remembered what she had experienced at the Song family?
No one cares about her, no one cares about her, and she has no one to rely on. She can only deal with and face everything by herself. Zhou Yi felt very distressed when he thought about it.
"Daughter-in-law, I'm here!" Zhou Yi turned Song Xi around and faced her, his deep eyes full of tenderness and seriousness, and then he took her into his arms, "As you said before, as long as
If we work hard enough, life will definitely get better and better. If we eat fine grains, wear new clothes, and eat meat every meal, it will be a matter of time."
Smelling the smell on his body that she was used to, Song Xi nodded gently.
As long as she is here, their lives will not be bad, and everyone's lives will soon get better.
Zhou Yi cooked dinner, and the staple food was sweet potato rice and pancakes with ground cornmeal.
Zhou Yi used the corn he harvested at home to slowly grind the cornmeal on a stone mill in the village using manpower. He didn't tell Song Xi, and Song Xi didn't even know that he had worked so hard to grind the cornmeal.
Due to the low yield, when other people grind cornmeal, they also grind the corncobs inside, so the pancakes or steamed buns made from cornmeal are particularly unpalatable and difficult to swallow.
But in order to fill their stomachs, no one cares whether it tastes good or not.
When Zhou Yi grinds the cornmeal, he also grinds the corncobs. No matter how difficult it is to swallow, he can still accept it.
But he will not let his daughter-in-law eat such things, because their family's current conditions are not bad, and he will continue to make money to buy fine grains for his daughter-in-law to eat, and let her buy what she likes to eat.